Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.